Mornin', Old Farts! Got the morning glow going, went out to feed the critters, and here's the same damn hawk that took out one of my chickens yesterday (makes #5 this winter) with another chicken in his grasp. He flew up in a tree, I beat a hasty retreat to the house and grabbed my coyote killer, found an angle that would be safe to shoot up in, and Mr. Hawk decided to fly towards a subdivision that's a half mile away. ****. Not worth the risk of collateral damage. Went back in, loaded up a .410 shot gun, and am looking forward to ruining his day tomorrow.
I understand it's his nature. I put up with a couple of losses a year, but this bird is treating my ranch like an all you can eat buffet. Plenty of squirrels and bunnies around, but he's developed a fondness for chicken!